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The F.E.T.I.S.H. Ray Tales by Fidget Friendly Fun: Amy's Story Amy had a problem. She and her boyfriend Brian were very much in love, and their sex life was great, except for one little thing: Brian loved blowjobs, and Amy hated them. Hated them
Chapter 3; I thought I would get revenge I was so pissed and confused after that fuck session we had in his office I wanted revenge. After all I was a smart, successful, business woman



Brian walked over to the box and began digging through it, looking for anything to tie Allie with. I looked at my ass in the mirror. It too was marked with red and pink by Allie’s whip. She walked over to me and studied her work on my ass. “You did a good job,” I said



Jim knew his wife was cheating on him, but he'd never caught her, and if he brought it up he knew she'd deny it. At first he thought it was hot, thinking someone else also desired your wife was a bit of a turn on; he wanked himself silly sometimes just thinking about it



It was now two weeks since we last went to Keith's and introduced our girl friend to K9 fun, so as soon as we knew she was ok for this Saturday night we rung Keith, he said he would arrange another good night for us



Brian sat in the arm chair in the lounge- watching some crap on tv. The curtains were drawn- part from a gap- where sunshine was lighting the dust particles in the room. He could here children laughing and playing outside



Hand of Love Ed was walking down a dark street on night, alone, but not drunk. He was too sad to get drunk. Instead he chose the long walk home in the rain through the park. As he entered the grassy boundaries of the park he noticed a hump on one of the benches
My wife, Amiee, and I live in a suburb town with houses right next to each other. Pretty much every house is situtated the same. It is a running joke that we live in Pleasantville. If you look out our bedroom window you can look into my neighbors office when the shades are open



This is part four of my long-neglected story, “Dad, I Have a Question.” It isn't absolutely necessary to read the earlier chapters to understand this one, but, like I said before, it can't hurt


I'm sorry this chapeter has taken so long to get out. Life gets in the way. I will finish this story, but I seriously doubt I can do a chapter a week or even ten days



ABBEY & THE CEO CHAPTER 11: THE VIDEO “Ms. Thomas?” I was stopped at the gate into the club community where the Cornell’s lived. “Yes, sir.” He smiled. “I’m not sir … just Al.” Al was probably in his early 60’s being a security guard for a bunch of rich people



I always loved exploring the woods near my house. I lived in a semi-rural area, so while it wasn't exactly the middle of nowhere, there was always somewhere new to explore. I was always looking for the most secluded, hard to find places



Editing Reality Book One: Naughty Fantasies Created Chapter Eight: Reliving Changed Memories By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this. Linda Davies “What are you reading?” Marissa asked, hugging me from behind



No Introductions In memory of an actual encounter. Although some of names have been changed, To protect every one involved. First of all to give some explanation, it’s late winter early spring now. I’m out in the yard getting things ready for summer
I had been made redundant and the employment for the area wasn’t great, l was in town with my wife and in an age-help charity shop was a card asking for volunteers and my wife suggested l apply as it will keep me doing something while l look for a proper job